7
When I get to school, Nolan is waiting by one of the old lampposts at the building’s entrance.
“Hey, you. How was your night?” he asks.
“Interesting. I have a lot to tell you actually.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.” I smile up at him. “I’ll tell you at break.”
Professor Gomez is lecturing about the importance that food plays into the traditions of the De la Garza family in the novel Like Water for Chocolate, our assigned reading this week. My mind actively wanders over the proceedings of the previous night. I hear the professor, but I’m not focusing on his words. My thoughts are immersed in the deconstruction and analysis of the past week’s events.
Nolan slides his notebook onto my desk. On the top of the page, he has written, Dish it.
My lips rise up into a grin. Raising my head, I see Nolan’
